Red Robin: *panicking because, for the first time in like forvever, he’s stumped by a supervillain computer program that’s right in front of him*

Nightwing: *slaps him playfully on the back* I’ve seen you hack a thermometer, Tim. This is amateur hour.

Driving away from a monster attacking Gotham City be like…

Nightwing: *looking through the rear window of the Batmobile* Uh, guys –

Red Robin: *sitting next to Dick, desperately trying to gain remote control of the Batjet using his communicator*

Robin: *riding shotgun* -Tt- You were picked for a reason, Todd! You’re supposed to be our reckless driver!

Red Hood: *about to drive the Batmobile through a burning building* I’m driving as recklessly as I can!

Mission briefing…

Batman: *clears his throat loudly* So unless anybody *glares at Tim for two whole seconds* has any more mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we’re gonna stick with: the Warthog. How about it, Tim?

Red Robin: Nope. No more suggestions.

Batman: Hn. Okay, now if you’ll all –

Red Hood: *blurting out* Are you sure? How ‘bout “Big Foot”?

Red Robin: *gritting his teeth* It’s okay.

Nightwing: *trying to stifle his laughter* “Unicorn”?

Red Robin: *gripping his bo staff tighter* No, really. I’m… I’m cool.

Robin: *smirking* “Sasquatch”?

The Signal: *elbowing Tim* “Leprechaun”?

Red Robin: *elbowing Duke back and getting really annoyed* Hey, he doesn’t need any help, guys.

Spoiler: *yelling as she enters the Batcave* “Phoenix”?

Red Robin: *sighs and rubs his face in frustration* Guys.

Batman: *grinning* Barbara, what’s the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all the goats.

Batgirl: *sarcastically looking it up on the Batcomputer* Uh, that would be the Chupacabra, Bruce.

Orphan: *drops down from the ceiling* Tim, Chupa-thingy, how ’bout that? I like it. Got a ring to it.

Red Robin: *attempts to melt onto the Batcave floor*

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Preparing for Family Patrol Night…

Robin: *adjusting Goliath’s leash* What, Todd, for the first time ever, doesn’t want to do this?

Nightwing: *stuffing cereal packets into strategic places in his suit* No, no, he does. It’s just that he’s been so mopey.

Red Robin: *checking the coordinates of a supervillain’s lair on the Batcomputer* Well, that could have something to do with the fact that today’s his death anniversary.

Nightwing: I don’t know what it is.

Red Robin: I think that’s what it is.

Robin: -Tt- Who knows with him?

Red Robin: *looks into the camera like he’s on “The Office”*

Mission on a remote island…

Red Robin: *cutting through jungle foliage with his bo staff* Brat, who are you talking to – Oh, #*$@!!!

Alien: BLARG!

Robin: *standing in front of the nine-foot-tall, Predator-looking creature, ready to defend it* Stop! He is my friend! He’s not going to eat anybody!

Red Hood: *yelling from behind a bush* Yeah! Says you stink too much to eat!

Post-mission debriefing…

Batman: *listening*

Nightwing: At first, it didn’t seem physically possible.

Red Robin: But modern-day technology makes anything possible. It was as easy as Shake-‘N-Bake!

Red Hood: *wiggles eyebrows* And I helped.

Robin: Actually, Todd, I don’t really know if snickering in the corner all night like a prepubescent monkey actually qualifies as help, but it sure was entertaining.

Nightwing: *singing NSYNC’s “Bye Bye Bye”*

Robin: *abruptly hits the Batmobile brakes*

Nightwing: *slumps back into the passenger seat and takes an earphone out of his ear*

Robin: You know what I find annoying?

Nightwing: Me?

Robin: *grabs Dick’s earphones, chucks them out of the window, and floors the gas pedal*Yes.